To Delicate Love Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Give me time that keeps its touch
Feelings that never overcome
Saying of the heart: I love you so much
The specialty of passions blossom
Ride with me through the evening sky
And tell me your fancies free
Never let fires of a love die
Always have it inside to be

Give me your wings of love
Trust me with what to do
Like a drift of the clouds above
This kind of love is never through
Clouds may get dark and raindrops fall
And everything feels without reason
But love will again to your heart call
With its full blossoming season

Give me a morning of reddish dawn
Feelings from the deep like fire
Try every colors full lifespan
Through your daydreams and desire
You are so much like a flower
Delicate in touch and shade
Blossoming truly its dower
Everything with aspirations made